Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.
Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.
Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.
Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.
Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.
Happiness is the reward we get for living to the highest right we know.
You can't reason yourself back into cheerfulness any more than you can reason yourself into an extra six inches in height.
Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.